Good fellow.

Fu Qingjun felt that his action was somewhat unconventional,

"The opposing race is obviously terrifying, adept at handling mist, cultivating Spirit Palaces, infecting with mutated pests, roaches, beasts, nameless horrors..."

Sitting in the laboratory, Fu Qingjun organized and collected the information.

Under the sea, a cavern had already been opened, with no water flow around, just a wet area.

The area wasn't desolate.

There was a small celestial gate nearby, and a Nascent Soul Stage expert lived in an ancient secluded underwater mansion.

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, his expression calm, tapped the table,

"They're not Earthlings, they don't breathe oxygen, can move in outer space, and their skin can withstand cosmic radiation."

"These are the advantages of this alien race!"

"I must inherit them all, ideally integrating some advantages from various races to amplify them, making mist more infectious, Divine Blood's kin more terrifying."

"Using ants as base templates can create such a terrifying Demon Country. What if alien genes were used as the base template?"

If a demon disaster is to be made, let's do it the best way possible.

This was inherently Fu Qingjun's nature.

After all, they also speculated about history:

"Not changing the past means the tragic, dark future will still come."

Thus, he straightforwardly created a dark tragic "enemy," a foe of whom even God would lament upon the advent of a dark era...

Fu Qingjun finalized the script, having no doubts.

"As for the real Demon Remains, what does that have to do with me?" Fu Qingjun laughed, "He's the impostor, having forgotten his origins."

"While he doesn't return as quickly as I do, I'll walk his path first, leaving none for him." Fu Qingjun said seriously.

Crack.

This time, Fu Qingjun actively entered the Divine Demon Night Banquet.

Looking at the soul mass before him, extremely curious,

"The inheritance inside is naturally absent, but this flesh still needs careful pondering."

"After all, this race is very powerful yet has brought us many shadows..."

He attempted fusions with various bloodlines.

Angel, snail-human, celestial way, mecha...

Ultimately, he found high compatibility with the Rest Sand lineage.

"Isn't celestial way supposed to have the highest compatibility?"

Fu Qingjun pondered.

Rest Sand is a life with mitotic division, not developed by Liana and others along the Golden Core Nascent Soul lineage, but through a revised cultivation method of "Immortal Manifestation Universal Scripture," where each cell condenses a sea of consciousness and has an independent soul capable of blood revitalization.

With eighty billion seas of consciousness!

If these two are combined, isn't it more than eighty billion Demon Palaces?

Thus, he continued along the path of fusion.

He had experience data from Yudula and others but was attempting fusion for the first time.

Such "deeds" couldn't possibly involve others, it had to be done alone.

Knowledge in his mind was gradually absorbed, organized, and constantly deduced.

However, he quickly discovered, "I can't do it, not because I'm inferior to Yudula and others.... just that despite the high compatibility, fusion results in too many defects, with extensive side effects!"

Not even the same planet's species...

Our DNA is a double helix.

Theirs?

A triple helix cylinder, four-helix square column.

Moreover, it's a "three-DNA helix" alternating between "four-DNA helix."

And their bones resemble crystal, not composed of calcium and various elements like human bones...

Completely incomprehensible, it thoroughly broke Fu Qingjun's worldview.

Attempting fusion looked feasible, but upon attempting to sustain growth for a while, it promptly collapsed.

"It's simply not a system's species, better not to fuse, keep the species pure, diversifying various forms from it."

Fu Qingjun no longer planned to integrate other species' bloodlines, constantly purifying the species to become simpler, purer, until a race gradually took shape.

He opened his eyes,

"Another month has passed... but I'm in the inquirer's time, meaning I've been in seclusion for thirty years?"

Fu Qingjun opened his eyes,

Seeing the turbulent times over another month.

He carefully observed the changes, the entire blue planet population already numbered several trillion, quite a few in Nascent Soul Realm, with some in Divinity Transformation Realm.

In fact, the interstellar era was vaguely being entered.

However, the creatures of Earth still depended on oxygen, even using various methods to leave far away was almost impossible.

But not unexpected.

"Sub-brain, simulate the optimal development path for this race." Fu Qingjun said.

Assisting mechanical intelligence was constantly deducing, a scene emerged before his eyes.

Mars?

I see.

For this race to rise, it wasn't meant to be on Earth.

Since they don't require oxygen, Earth, indeed, is difficult for them to rise.

However, the assisting intellect reminded, "Currently, the population is reduced to only fifty billion, and while Mars is suitable, it's resource-poor; creating a truly Extraordinary Mythical World demands extremely vast resources."

"That doesn't matter."

Fu Qingjun shook his head, "Back then, I developed bit by bit, from a desk to now, so how could this scenario be a problem? This other race can always drive a few wars, harvest some power, expand resources, and create a larger Extraordinary World."

Crack.

Fu Qingjun, expression calm, soon rode a Feathered Serpent God, traversing the cosmic void.

Simultaneously, during the journey, he continuously used mechanical intellect to deduce the next world's structure and biological forms, meaning this oxygen-independent alien civilization ecology.

"Evolution branches, plants, reptiles, birds... engineered life."

Fu Qingjun continuously studied, while the species was pure, it didn't hinder him from helping it diversify into some initial forms.

All the way across, Fu Qingjun finally arrived at Mars, a chaotic muddy planet covered in wild sand.

Cosmic starry sky...

Fu Qingjun stood on this meteor-crater-filled planet, looked up at the distant blue planet.

"Mars, it's an ancient era's starlit ancient road." Fu Qingjun whispered, "Mars, the disaster star, where ancient demons from this land are destined to awaken."

If ancient Earth myths are to be created...

Then let's create it thoroughly.

Fu Qingjun extended his hand, and a bronze ancient hall covered the earth.

With another hand, ancient halls and temples quietly settled in this sand-swept world, as if whispering ages past.

These structures closely resembled those previous Demon Palace kin's architectural styles.

"Not bad, perfectly matching those aliens' architectural style."

Fu Qingjun lowered his head and spoke softly, "Mars, here lies a tomb of a bright and splendid ancient civilization's end, precisely the ancient civilization relic of the divine demon."

Fu Qingjun didn't care whether his homeland was the Milky Way or which galaxy...

Henceforth, you all are the Mars humans of the ancient solar system.

"Allow them to develop here, until the mist ultimately re-covers that distant life-filled Earth."

After all, it's impossible to instantly remake Earth with mist, turning it back to doomsday, couldn't be that potent, still requiring development time.

"What of not peeking your inheritance memories?"

"I deduce your race's civilization evolution history, probing all your details, exposing all without secrets." Fu Qingjun said calmly.

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